A Tribute to the Ones I Love
The following poem was written in honor of the life of Diane Susan Livingston 1957-2012.
Over the hill, I’ve walked this life;
No longer frustrated by sickness and strife.
A tribute I’ve made to the ones I love;
Giving them presents of stems from the grub.
Just after many, I’ve made my own way,
But now I see shadows that soon fade away.
Listen, the clock ticking from far beyond here,
The truth I behold in my heart I hold here.
Just when I walked down streets of clear glass;
I saw the One waiting all I did was glimpse passed.
He held me so close that I did not even cry;
He showed me the moments of life passing by.
I fell to my knees and saw clearly the truth;
That opened my heart to receive a life new.
I gaze now a beauty that trembles inside;
He’s made all things new, He’s shifted my stride.
I do not regret the choices I’ve made;
For now all I see, is its lead me to be saved.
Clear oceans of blue, they wash over me,
A place of true peace and of serenity.
I wish I could kiss each one of you bye;
And I know I will miss you and remember you cry.
Goodbye to the ones I have held dear to me;
Goodbye to the ones who will live eternally.
I will see soon your faces to shine like the Son;
United we’ll be forever as one.
Fields of Wheat Delight
Did you hear the distant thunder?
Last night upon a wayward tree?
Many lambs were flocked together,
They grazed very close in unity.
No longer are they divided,
With even one to go astray.
They flock there tight together,
Because they know of the Coming Day.
Can you imagine what it was like?
When Abraham had walked the land?
The only righteous man alive,
With faith in God, he took a stand.
I do not know the hour,
Or the clear cut time of day.
But I do know this one thing tonight,
To adhere to what our Father say.
Out from the East a man shall rise,
His wickedness the world shall see.
But from the West My Dove shall fly,
Gathering flock for Eternity.
Do not fear the Evil,
That will come upon the Earth.
It’s time now for My prophecy,
To give its final word.
Do not cast your foot upon a rock,
Nor tread your foot upon a stone.
The hour we’re embarking on,
All Good and Evil shall be shown.
Awake it’s time to take the torch,
Ignite the fire in the sky.
It’s time to hear the whispers,
Of the breeze that’s passing by.
Awake tonight my little ones,
My lambs I long to see.
You are the treasured ones I’ve stored,
For all the world to see.
Awake o’ lowly sleepers,
Hear the thunders in the night.
Awake it’s time to gather,
In my fields of wheat delight.
A Parade of Saints is Marching Forth
Marching, marching, two by four!
A parade of saints is marching forth!
In line they step, they dance with stride,
“Hup!”They yell, command in time.
"Two! Three! Four!" they align.
They know their destiny has arrived.
“This is a Family of God!” they proclaim.
With each of their steps they do in His name.
They come with a message! They march through and through!
Commanding, their Officer, He leads the crew.
"A-t-t-e-n-tion!" He shouts, “your time now is here!”
“Everyone listen, to turn now your ear!”
These saints they are marching, in step and in stride!
Leading the way as His pure spotless Bride!
No longer they live for themselves in the center.
They’ve laid down their lives, for their Holy Master.
Awake it is time for many to see!
The unveiling plan of His great mystery!
Marching forth, marching forth, in step two by two!
Awaking the sleepers of Great Multitude!
Shout with a trumpet and clap loud your hands!
This is final story, the end of His plans!
From glory to glory we'll see endlessly!
The Lord God of Hosts for eternity!
The Grapes of Wrath
The grapes of wrath have yet a meaning
That in the past I did not know;
God’s grace extended freely
In His mercy He did show.
That during tribulation
He saved souls of multitude;
Under wrath He washed us clean
Giving us a chance to see.
Do not take lightly this time present
As you walk your daily life;
Lay down like lamb to slaughter
Living solely for the Lamb.
Pick up your cross and follow
Every step He takes the lead;
He laid down first in hallow
He gained us victory.
I have one thing I regret
That I have only one life to give;
But I will fight as you did lowly
Bare my cross as you first did.